Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, they are from the brilliant mind of JK Rowling, one we all love dearly. :) The story is mine, but hey I'm just having fun. Hope you all enjoy, please read the warnings.

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I couldn’t believe my luck. Not only was it my first day at Hogwarts, a day I had dreamed about since my father first told me about it, but I was sitting with what was probably the prettiest girl I had ever lay eyes on. She had brilliant fiery read hair that fell in loose curls all the way down to her waist. She had brilliant hazel eyes, the green in them standing out more than imaginable because of her hair, and a splash of freckles across the bridge of her nose. I knew she was young, definitely my age,, but wow was she pretty. Someone my father would call gorgeous, he said that the girl he used to be in love with was one of the few he could call gorgeous, so I suppose that would work here. I couldn’t help but stare at her. She glanced up catching me stare and I tried to play it cool.

“You alright?” I asked. She had finally stopped crying.

Rose simply nodded her head and quickly looked the other direction.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked before I even realized I said it. I’ve no clue why I felt the need to push but I simply wanted to have a conversation with her. Rose took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. She slowly looked up at me.

“It’s stupid really,” She said and quickly continued, “I just got in a little spat with my brother is all. I’m sure you understand.”

“Not really,” I said while shaking my head, “I’m actually an only child.” She looked up at me with an apologetic look.

“Oh my!! I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize!” She said it all far too quickly to the point I could barely make it out. She turned bright red and couldn’t look me in the eyes. I chuckled to myself quietly but she must’ve heard because she looked startled.

“Why are you freaking out?” I asked, “My mother left my father when I was still an infant. He never settled down again or even really dated for that matter.” She cocked her head slightly like a confused puppy.

“So you have no mother?!” She exclaimed as if this was unheard of. I shook my head.

“It’s really not as bad as you think. My mother never bothered to write my father after she left though. She just sort of disappeared, but my father never really cared. He never loved her.” As soon as I finished saying that I regretted it.

“WHAT??!” She practically screamed, “Then why in the bloody hell did he marry her?!” Oh wow she had a temper, “That’s just utterly stupid. You shouldn’t marry someone you don’t love. That’s the whole point of marriage.” Well here came the part that I knew I would regret.

“I come from a long line of purebloods one my father had no intention of breaking,” I said, somewhat ashamed, “Well that’s not entirely true. He did tell me once that he had been in love with a muggle-born while attending Hogwarts. She was beyond brilliant apparently. He could never admit it to himself, let alone his friends or family. So instead, he tormented her and made fun of her on a regular basis. He always felt awful afterwards but could never let it show. His parents would have disowned him if he even dared to even so much as LOOK at a muggle-born let alone date or marry one. So he settled for someone he knew his parents would approve of, even if it meant he was miserable.” Oh wow. Shit. I thought to myself, now she thinks my father is a horrible person, and because he raised me, she probably thinks I am. I glanced at her for the first time since I had finished talking and she was looking at me quizzically.

“What was her name?” She asked me.

“Who?” I asked, caught off guard.

“The girl your father was in love with?” She asked.

“Hermione Granger.” I said as Rose gasped. She kept staring at me and opening and closing her mouth as if she wanted to say something but was unsure of what I would say or how I would react. My heart sank into my chest.

“What?” I asked, slightly scared of what her answer would be.

“Hermione... is.. my mother.” She said rather hesitantly.

WHAT. THE. FUCK. I thought to myself. (excuse my French.. I here my mother scream that anytime her and daddy argue) My mother had been tormented all her years at Hogwarts by none other than Draco Malfoy. Which meant all those years Draco had been in love with her! Oh my god. This meant that Scorpius… was a Malfoy?! Damn! There goes any chance I had with him. Why did all the cute guys have to be gay.. or a Malfoy?? Ugh. So unfair.

Shit. Scorpius was staring at me open-mouthed.

“You’re joking.” He said, and I shook my head.

“Sadly not,” I said, “Welllll this is awkward.” Wait. Did I just say that? My god this was getting out of control, I was thinking aloud.

“Well errm what exactly happened between you and your brother if you don’t mind me asking?” He said, obviously trying to quickly change the subject.

“Like I said, it’s stupid really. But he said I was going to be in Slytherin because I’ve always been so sneaky.” I quickly said looking up at him from under my lashes and curtain of hair. Damn he was cute. Oh right ugh.. I couldn’t believe how worked up I was getting over such a minute thing. He laughed, so I got up to leave out of embarrassment.

“No! Wait!!” Scorpius said as I reached for the handle. Something told me to stay and hear him out so I turned slowly back to him knowing I was blushing furiously.

“I know what you mean,” He said much to my amazement, “Well, as I’m sure you’ve concluded, I’m a Malfoy. So it’s sort of expected of me to be in Slytherin like the rest of them. I kind of want to be that one that breaks the chain though you know? I actually kind of want to be in Ravenclaw.” I couldn’t help but squeal and my hands immediately went up to cover my mouth. I calmed myself down, and took my hands off.

“I want to be in Ravenclaw as well,” I said, “I mean my mother and father and well all my aunts and uncles were in Gryffindor, so I kind of want to be different, I want to have my own identity.”

“You know,” He started and took a deep breath as if debating whether or not he wanted to continue, “I never thought I’d see the day that I would be talking and actually enjoying a conversation with and not only that but enjoying and agreeing with a Weasley. Let alone a gorgeous one.” I felt my cheeks grow hot. Why did he have to be so dang charming? Grr.

“Gee thanks.” I mumbled and looked out the window to watch the trees fly by.

“No no please! Don’t take it that way! Here’s the thing. The reason my grandfather Lucius had always been so bitter with your grandfather Arthur was because he was jealous.” He paused, obviously aware that I was extremely confused, “He was jealous because not only did your family have all the warmth and love his family had always severely lacked, but they had well… everything. They didn’t have a whole lot of money sure, but they made up with that they made up with that with their love and their kindness towards everyone. You couldn’t help but love a Weasley. They were also pureblood like us, but unlike us they had open relationships with half-bloods or muggle-borns and yet no one, not even relatives cared. My grandfather always wanted a good environment for my father but was unable to prove it. He cares too much about his pride and his family’s name. He always gave your grandfather and his family crap because he couldn’t stand to see a family of the same blood status and yet truly be so much better off. I apologize for his behavior not that it does much. And I also apologize for my father, he didn’t know how to express his love for your mother properly and clearly went about it all wrong. He knew his father would be upset and that was the only way he knew how to deal with it. Damn. My family is screwed up.” He finally finished and I could tell was extremely embarrassed. Before I figured out what to say, there was a sharp rap on the door, forcing us to focus our attention on the source. We looked up to see a sweet looking older witch pushing a trolley bursting to the seams with every sweet imaginable. Scorpius got up off his seat and opened the door.

“Anything off the trolley?” She asked.

“Erm. No thanks. I packed something.” I replied. Scorpius however began to talk to her. I went back to looking out the window at the scenery going by the window, until I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turned around to see his arms overflowing with what looked like at least one of every sweet off the trolley. My jaw dropped and he beamed at me. He dropped them in the middle of the floor and sat down next to the pile. He then patted the floor next to him and smiled, and despite everything we had just talked about I couldn’t help but smile back and jump up to join him. After all, I’d always had a sweet tooth.

The remainder of the train ride went by in a blur, as we were laughing and talking it seemed nothing else mattered. I couldn’t help but stare at him. He was too gorgeous. With his dark blonde hair falling into his eyes, but to the point you couldn’t miss that steel grey flecked with blue. And that skin. It was pale, but not that gross pale like you never get out of the house, more like Greek marble statue pale. And he had muscle, at least as much muscle as you could have for someone my age. I must admit, for someone my age, he was ripped. Oh my god. My mother was going to kill me…. I was falling for a Malfoy.

This train ride was starting to prove to be an interesting one. I just confessed some of my darkest family secrets to none other than a Weasley. Boy was she gorgeous though. As we ate the sweets that I bought, we talked and laughed and I couldn't help but stare. We made eye contact several times and each time I felt my heart beat faster, especially when she blushed so fiercely it seemed to match her hair. Damn. My father was going to get an interesting owl later. I was falling… for a Weasley.

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